However low a man sinks he never reaches the level of the police.

Central Europe is full of little countries standing shoulder to shoulder with no window to the sea. They are like the passengers in a rush-hour train which has stopped between stations for three centuries. And they all hate one another. And they're all crushed together waving their national flags, clanking their national chains, jabbering their national language.

The ... problem that confronts homosexuals is that they set out to win the love of a "real" man. If they succeed, they fail. A man who "goes with" other men is not what they would call a real man. The conundrum is incapable of resolution, but that does not make homosexuals give it up.

Though intelligence is powerless to modify character, it is a dab hand at finding euphemisms for its weaknesses.

The trouble with European cities is that they are drenched in their history, almost all of which is terrible.

You can behave as badly as you like in America. Nobody notices.

An autobiography is an obituary in serial form with the last installment missing.